[Ghostface Killah] Yea, yea It's like rap pa', huh? What? Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What? Leave a mark on your face, duke Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..
I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the gram cracker Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt Plenty of days I read up, skiied up, whips all beat up 7:30, the sky is fallin, the most of this dyed with dirty urines It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle Crisp bangle material, boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in Pediatric wildin, grippin the floors like cushion Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh, you call Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C Catch me in the spot with a guillotine
[Hook x2: Ghostface Killah] In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife This go to all real niggas that be shootin dice Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life
[Kool G. Rap] Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome Just watch how many minds get blown When I cock mines behind your dome They gon' find your bones With your top popped behind your home Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones Blind every dime in the zone Shit on every line in the poem And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol' B.G.F. war ones, let the fours dump in the forefront with your horse ones Your body found inside of a Ford trunk, smellin like four skunks Blast up and cut into four chunks Shot down and not found for four months Who playin outfield without a chest shield? Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel Nigga we 'bout reppin for real Only take a second to peel Should've known there was a Tec in the deal, nigga
[Interlude] Yo man, you spoke to that dude about that situation? - Yeah man, everything's straight, everything's cool, man I made the connection Yo man, I hope it ain't no Ohkeedoke, man I won't have no bullshit - Once he touch down, everything will be cool You hear me, mothafucka?
{*beat changes*
[Cappadonna] Yo yo, what up? What up? W.T.C. in the battery, Da Beatminerz Shaolin, Brooklyn Yo
The heat's still risin, y'all gon' get it It's me with the fitted, chain hangin With the flossy knitted, comin back for all y'all niggas that shitted Off the vacation, God-U-Nation's inside the gat truck I don't give a fuck, Killa Bees merge with the MC's for life Nigga night out, ladies too, floss too much It's time to jump you, live on the avenue The fly Gucci's, I could never sweat y'all hoochies Pillage for life, we don't have to shine Wu-Tang in the cut, we all engaged with it Don't never get stuck, Beatminerz got the permit Jail niggas keep food in the toilet I can't call it, three months on the bus No God-degree, W.T.C, we ain't changed a bit Dirty in the beast but we still thick
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[Ghostface Killah] Yea, yea It's like rap pa', huh? What? Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What? Leave a mark on your face, duke Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..
I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the gram cracker Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt Plenty of days I read up, skiied up, whips all beat up 7:30, the sky is fallin, the most of this dyed with dirty urines It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle Crisp bangle material, boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in Pediatric wildin, grippin the floors like cushion Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh, you call Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C Catch me in the spot with a guillotine
[Hook x2: Ghostface Killah] In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife This go to all real niggas that be shootin dice Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life
[Kool G. Rap] Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome Just watch how many minds get blown When I cock mines behind your dome They gon' find your bones With your top popped behind your home Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones Blind every dime in the zone Shit on every line in the poem And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol' B.G.F. war ones, let the fours dump in the forefront with your horse ones Your body found inside of a Ford trunk, smellin like four skunks Blast up and cut into four chunks Shot down and not found for four months Who playin outfield without a chest shield? Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel Nigga we 'bout reppin for real Only take a second to peel Should've known there was a Tec in the deal, nigga
[Interlude] Yo man, you spoke to that dude about that situation? - Yeah man, everything's straight, everything's cool, man I made the connection Yo man, I hope it ain't no Ohkeedoke, man I won't have no bullshit - Once he touch down, everything will be cool You hear me, mothafucka?
{*beat changes*
[Cappadonna] Yo yo, what up? What up? W.T.C. in the battery, Da Beatminerz Shaolin, Brooklyn Yo
The heat's still risin, y'all gon' get it It's me with the fitted, chain hangin With the flossy knitted, comin back for all y'all niggas that shitted Off the vacation, God-U-Nation's inside the gat truck I don't give a fuck, Killa Bees merge with the MC's for life Nigga night out, ladies too, floss too much It's time to jump you, live on the avenue The fly Gucci's, I could never sweat y'all hoochies Pillage for life, we don't have to shine Wu-Tang in the cut, we all engaged with it Don't never get stuck, Beatminerz got the permit Jail niggas keep food in the toilet I can't call it, three months on the bus No God-degree, W.T.C, we ain't changed a bit Dirty in the beast but we still thick
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